Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

If you don’t reblog this, then I am honestly very concerned.

everytime i see this im gonna reblog it and weed out my pedo followers

I’ll reblog it.

m8 i talk to my internet friends every night

boi yesss

I don’t care if this makes your dash look ‘ugly’, no matter what type of blog you have you should reblog it.

If you can’t reblog this, I pity you as a human being.

;~;

This is sickening. This is why I fuckin hate most anons. Most are just pure assholes. Bullies. But I realized something. They only hate on others cause their life is miserable. So they make others miserable to try and be happy. They need something to vent their pain on

No…..I will always Reblog this….This just isn’t right

if you don’t reblog shame on you..

So honestly think twice, and even actually think way moooooore than twice before sending anon hate and ending up being a cyber murderer…

Okay, I never reblog things, but this? people have no excuse to be treating others like that, nothing can justify your terrible actions, you horrible people, I feel so mad at those assholes.. I mean come on! The world would be a better place if you kept your shitty opinions for you, it’s not my fault if you’re an asshole but at least you could keep it for yourself instead of making the world an ugly place….

//This is awful. Why would you do something like this? How can you be so fucking cruel  to other person that didn’t do anything to you? This is just… Horrible and you’re a horrible person, you have no excuses.

I’m sorry but why the fluff do you do this? Does it bring you some sick joy to see someone break down? To be the reason why an actual person kills themselves? Not only in it just plain wrong but you can be given fines and even be arrested for that. And don’t think you’ll never be caught because you’re on anon. The police can easily trace your I.P address and track you down. Please, a little bit of constructive criticism is fine, sometimes even asked for. But this is horrible.

Oh~ And I’ve found something for these anons. If this happens actually anyone can find you with an easy search.

Here is a Tumblr post that tells people what to do.

That’s the most disgusting thing possible. Why would anyone encourage someone to commit suicide? If anyone’s sending those messages to you, ignore them. You are good, you are brave, you are beautiful. It might not feel that way at the minute, but wait. Hold on a little longer, and I swear it will all work out.

This is disgusting. Please know that you are all worth it. You are all needed in some way and that you matter. Don’t let anyone damper that.

Well, we see all this shit going about…

Here’s an example of why u DON’T send hate…

Stop with that shit and go find something that’s gonna give u some sort of joy, cos spreading this hate isn’t gonna do shit for u, or anyone else.

Stop…and move on with ur life…

See this right here is part of what almost killed me last summer. I had other stuff going on mentally but seeing in my inbox over and over again negative things the monsters in my head were saying too just pushed. Pushed so far I was ready, made a plan, and waited for my family to leave the house so I could be alone to go through with my plan. Kind people saved me from myself but there are too many unkind people out there who are pushing and pushing those already on the edge. Stop pushing before you cause someone to go over that edge. It doesn’t solve anything, it just causes problems for people you don’t even know about.

Never send hate, it hurts. Love helps to heal, along with time. Go out and make someone’s day better.

no matter what the recipient of the negative message has done, no one deserves to be told that they should kill themselves. people can change, and everyone deserves a shot at life. humans are blessed with the capability to do and say as they please, and to make their own decisions as to who and what they want to subject themselves to. if there is someone you do not like, you have the choice whether or not you want to affiliate with them. if your words bring someone to ending their own life, you are as guilty as a murderer.

- Mod Sheep

//This is horrible. My lovely gf got anon hate from her own mother. Yeah. That’s as horrible as it sounds.

Oh my god. This is terrible.

No hesitation. Re blogged.

“Words in my head, knives in my heart”. Guys, Christina Perri is teaching this to us for years.

Don’t spit your shit in others. Share love. Ig you fon’t have it, don’t try to make the world as empty as you.

Guys, this is the reason we need to show love and support instead if hate. Let's try and make this place safe instead of a hazardous pit of hatred.

So hyped for this to be released

Why can’t it be

Summary: You are friends with Tom Hiddleston since you we’re kids. He is your only love but you never had a courage to confess your feelings, he asked you many times why you didn’t go out on a date but you never told him the real reason.

You came along, unexpectedly I was doing fine in my little world Oh baby please don’t get me wrong ‘Cause I’m not complaining But you see, you got my mind spinning

You were browsing in the internet when you saw an article about Tom Hiddleston, you immediately opened and read the article. Your friend was seen with a woman in an Italian restaurant. You felt an familiar heartache you were enduring for years. You fell in love with your best friend since you were kids but you never confessed your feelings for him because your afraid to lose a friend.

Your phone suddenly rang and you answered it when you saw that it was Tom who was calling you “Y/N where are you?” he asked.

“I’m here at my flat, why?” you tried to sound uninterested.

“That’s great you know why? Because I’m in front of your flat” he answered, you stood up and opened the door.

You saw him smiling at you “Y/N!” he suddenly hugged you without asking you.

Why can’t it be Why can’t it be the two of us Why can’t we be lovers Only friends

You pushed him away lightly “come on Tom, why are you here?”

“I just want to hang out with my best friend” he throw himself at the couch and grabbed your laptop.

“Don’t-” you tried to snatched your laptop away from him but it was too late he already saw the article that you were reading.

“Your reading gossips about me?” he raised his eyebrow at you “you can just ask me directly”.

“I just saw that, okay?” you scoffed at him “I’m not even interested in your affairs”.

“Ouch that hurts” he pretend to be hurt “okay actually I just met her”.

You came along At a wrong place, at a wrong time Or was it me

“New girlfriend, huh?” you tried not to sound bitter about the news.

“We just had dinner, by the way she said that she have a friend that you can meet” here he goes again trying to set you up in a date.

“No Tom” you immediately decline his offer “I’m not going on any date” 

“Y/N you need to go on a date” he insisted “tell me what are you looking for?”

Baby I dream of you every minute You’re in my dreams You’re always in it That’s the only place I know Where you could be mine And I’m yours but only Till I wake up

“Let’s end this discussion Thomas William Hiddleston I’m not going on any date!” you almost shouted at him.

“I’m just concern about you” he noticed your annoyance “you know I care for you”.

“You only care for because I am your friend!” you finally had enough “but you know what I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t love you. I’m tired of being scared to lose you as a friend. I’m tired of seeing you with another woman and wishing it was me. You care for me, right? Please go away, don’t call me, don’t text me. You want me to find someone? I can do that but I need to be free from you”.

Tom was just looking at you without saying anything he left you. After he closed the door you fell on your knees and cried. 

It’s been weeks since what happened on your apartment. It was hard for you not to talk to him because he will keep on coming to your house, he kept on calling and texting you but you ignored all of it. 

Your were having a coffee with your colleague from work one day, you were laughing at his joke when Tom stormed in “Tom?”

He glared at your colleague and he grabbed your wrist “hey!” you tried to remove his hand but his gripped was too tight “your hurting me” you protested.

He stopped in front of his car “who is he? Huh?” he was asking  like a jealous boyfriend.

“Why do you care?” you hissed at him.

“I care because I love you more than just a friend!” he confessed his feelings for you “I was just like you, I’m scared to lose you as a friend that’s why I never confess. I was always wondering why you didn’t go out on a date. I was shocked when you finally confess to me I wanted to talk to you and tell you I also feel the same but you choose to ignore me and now I will see you with a man”.

“His my colleague from work” you explained “and his gay”.

“What?” he looked shocked at what he found out.

“Kevin is a gay, remember I told you I have a gay friend at work?” you smirked at him.

He brushed his hair with his hand “I’m sorry Y/n” he apologized to you “please forgive me”.

“For dragging me out here or for -” he cut you by kissing your lips.

It was just a short sweet kiss that he gave you but you felt butterflies on your stomach “for everything, for dragging you here, for breaking your heart and for being insensitive” he apologized to you “but I can assure you I will make up for all those years”.

“Tom we are friends since we are kids how can you make up for that?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know” he shrugged his shoulders “by growing old with you?”

“Any plans tonight?” you asked him.

“Actually I made plans for you” he smiled like Loki “I think we can start with a dinner later?”

“Your place or mine?” you smiled at him.

“It doesn’t matter” he looked at your lips “as long as I can show you how much I love you” he grinned.

A/N: I wasn’t able to write for a week because I was sick.  Let me know if you want to be tag to this story or if you want to be remove from being tag. If you have any comments or suggestions for this story please let me know.

Tag List:  @lilyrosebae @hazzastyles2471 @lanilovespsychos @hey-yutta@justakpopfan4

So lovely xxx

Reblog if you don't have a girlfriend or boyfriend.

1.7 million ppl are single

1.8 million

1.9

2.0

2.2 million. We’re all in this together 😂

This is literally me. Omg I can relate so much. Sometimes I contemplate actually writing them. 😂

If only my thoughts would write themselves down for me as well

So relatable

Request: Sharing a bed with Loki would include….

Hi, I hope you find my post, I love doing requests. Sometimes it takes ages for me to write, sometimes I can do it on the spot. Thank you for requesting; I hope you enjoy. (I’ve also tried to make this at neutral as possible so you can read it as any gender.)

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* It all started because he can’t sleep by himself,

* You found him awake in the living room in the middle of the night,

* He confessed to you that he can’t sleep alone,

* You drag him to your room,

* Getting into bed with him was awkward, he’s tall and got a lot of leg,

* He stared at you for a while,

* As your eyes shut, he slowly put his arms around you,

* You just smile and expect it,

* Before you know it Loki was using your room as his,

* He liked spooning,

* He insisted it helped him sleep,

* Sometimes he lets you be big spoon,

* Almost all the time he says he has to be big spoon,

* He says your short and a mortal,

* You normally just give him a playing slap on the arm and nibble he hand,

* But when he does let you, you wrap around him like a panda.

* He claims it’s annoying,

* You know he loves it,

* He strokes your hands,

* Rubs your legs,

* He loves it really,

* The whole thing helped you as well,

* Sometimes you have nightmares,

* Nothing is nicer then Loki entering you mind and calming the storm for you,

* He asked you out a year later,

* He claimed he wanted to be a gentlemen,

* He was scared since you’d started trying to date people,

* You excepted,

* His hands never wonder,

* He keeps one firmly around your waist, the other hand keeps his head up,

* Sometimes he pulls you on top,

* You wake up with Loki staring at you,

* He’s rolled onto you before,

* He actually has more muscle then you’d imagine,

* He still hasn’t stopped apologising,

* When you get upset with him he likes to make you feel better,

* He has learnt you like back rubs,

* His large hands are useful for that,

* He treats the rest of the team like a disease other that you,

* He treats you like a goddess,

* He loves whispering,

* Pillow talk excites him,

* Leaning over into his ear, telling him you love him then kissing his cheek,

* That way he grips you tight,

* You’re his,

* His is yours,

* When he wakes you shaking from nightmares,

* You sit staring into his eyes,

* Stroking your fingers through his hair,

* “I’ve got you baby, it’s not real, this is real…”

* you press his cold hand against your heart,

* Let him feel it beat,

* That way, he knows it’s real,

* He allowed you to see his Jotun form,

* You didn’t even panic, you decided painting his nails would make it look better,

* I’m hot nights, he’s very useful,

* He’s scared about hurting you at first,

* Then you flop onto his chest demanding to be cool,

* He wraps you in cold, you love it,

* He likes to cuddle after sex,

* He was touch starved his whole life,

* Praised sends him wild,

* “I love you playing with my hair, it make my head tingle…”

* “Is that good my love?”

* “Yes Loki that’s fantastic!”

* He’s smacked his lips into your out of excitement,

* Or he just sits crying in happiness cuddles onto your back,

* Or he pulls you on top and does the action again to gain more praise,

* Thor thinks it’s cute, he walks in and founds you laid across his brothers chest, both a tangle of sheets,

* He claims your cuddle sessions with Loki have calmed him dramatically,

* Loll hasn’t murder anyone,

* Loki hasn’t threatened anyone,

* Loki is actually caring about mortals,

* He calls you his girlfriend,

* He calls you ‘little mortal’

* He calls you ‘little one’

* He claims you’re unnaturally short (even if your actually tall),

* He likes annoying you!

My pure bean x

Please reblog if you enjoy Marvel and you're a woman

I have been having an argument with a friend and he says that Marvel is for guys, please help me prove to him that there are lots of women who like Marvel!

MARVEL WOMEN ASSEMBLE

80615 strong so far!

WE BROKE 90 THOUSAND!!!

174,911 MARVEL WOMEN! WE ARE LEGION!

Over 200,000!

277054

I breathe Marvel.  

Can we get to 300,000?!

Yes, yes we can! Keep reblogging!

Move over and let me school you on Marvel

Come on we can do better than that. I know there are more of us on this hellsite.

FAN GIRLS…ASSEMBLE!!! @writingfortheavengers @missnerdiness

@always

*killing everybody saying girls like marvel because only the actors are extremely hot, have you seen the female cast of the MCU dude? you’d be fangirling too, and #SorryNotSorry, but Netflix’s series are amazing and enjoyable for everyone*

@halegalaxy00 @preserumrogersyesplease @suivezlalune @a-diary-of-a-fangirl

Am I late to the party 

@ursulaismymiddlename 

@theavengersimagines

Heck yeah, I’m here again.  IT’S THAT IMPORTANT. 

You called?

I’m here because I am a Marvel fangirl

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I will always reblog this!

299,839! We’re so close! Can we break 300,000?

Get on it gals

If there’s a human who thinks woman cant/don’t like Marvel and/or comics and their cinematic adaptations, that person needs a serious reality check. I am a 23 year old female. I have an ever growing comic collection (at majority of which is Marvel) and I visit my local comic shop every paycheck. I have a collection of Funko Pocket pops on my desk which includes every Avenger and Civil War character I have been able to find (I only need two more, I believe), and i spent $95 on a Winter Soldier funko because it was vaulted before I ever got my hands on one and someone sold theirs online. I have a mini Mjolnir hanging from my rear view mirror to always keep me safe on the road. I own a copy of almost every Marvel movie that exists and am constantly watching a Marvel show or movie, even if it’s just playing as background noise. I sleep in a t-shirt with a Marvel character(s) and find excuses to wear those shirts in public when I’m not at work. I think it’s safe to say I don’t just like Marvel- I like, breathe, and dream Marvel, and I know many women like me on this website that have that same love. WE IN DIS BITCH. (And FYI: my husband is not a marvel or comic fan. Everything he knows is solely because I have explained it to him. None of my previous boyfriends were interested in marvel or comics at the time of our relationship. My parents have never owned a comic or watched a Marvel show/film unless I suggested it. My passion and love for Marvel and comics is solely based on my own curiosity and interest, it was never because of a boy or because it was cool to my friend group, because I’m really the only one I know in real life. So to the asshats who always say “you only like *insert ‘boy’ hobby here* because you want to impress a guy or because you want to look cool” FUCK off, I like this shit cause it makes me happy and because these characters do more for me than you could ever hope to, and I know so many amazing damn women on this site who feel the exact same way!)

I’m here

to win

this battle!

Hope I’m not too late, I brought my Norwegian staff to do battle

Hi, yeah…my best gal pal got me into Marvel a loooooooong time ago.

Yaaaaassssssss

357000 ayeee

My mom say I shouldn’t love love Marvel because I’m a girl but I FUCKING LOVE MARVEL 

I love Marvel. My sister loves Marvel. My mother loves Marvel.

I love Marvel (and also hate it after iw) and this fandom

Count me in!

I’ve arrived y’all.

So close to 400k, ladies. Let’s do it.

Me and my gals love Marvel! We always go on squad trips to watch the movies. I hate that people think that Marvel is for boys, it's not. Anything can be for anyone.

And here's a message from Tom Hiddleston to brighten your day xxx

Thor Ragnarok deleted scene

The Five Times You Fall Asleep on Bucky

Word Count: 2,812

Warnings: None.

A/N: OMG GUYS I LOVE THIS. Enjoyyyy!

1st Time

Closing with a hiss, the quinjet was silent as Tony raised the machine into the air and jetted off back to the city. The mission had been grueling, taking more out of you than you had expected. The team relied on you more nowadays and you took that burden seriously, oftentimes surrendering your needs to help another teammate. This time, you had touched Steve’s shoulder and morphed into him to provide a long-enough distraction for him to sneak past the enemy line and take back the gadget that had been stolen from a top-secret vault and could be very dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands. Naturally, it had. It almost always felt like nothing went right.

Taking on the appearance of others wore you out. It took energy and mental willpower to hold down the façade long enough to make it worthwhile. Plus, the whole fighting the bad guys and trying to not get yourself killed. It drained you.

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there’s a lot of evidence that the iliad and the odyssey were actually composed by a variety of poets through an oral tradition rather than just by one poet, so what if the homeric texts are actually just a very long game of D&D

homer, the dm: okay achilles, agamemnon has just taken away your war prize, what do you want to do achilles’ player: i roll to have a diplomatic conversation with agamemnon achilles’ player: *rolls a 1* homer: you throw the staff of speaking at agamemnon’s face and storm off to sulk with your boyfriend

Homer, the DM: Your beautiful Patroclus is dead. What do you do? Achilles’ player: I fight everyone. Homer, the DM: You can’t fight everyone. How would you even– Achilles’ player: *rolls a 20* I fight everyone. Homer, the DM: *sighs* Fine. You cut a path through the Trojan army, enemy dead strewn in your wake. Achilles’ player: How many? Homer, the DM: …lots. Enough to clog the friggin’ river with bodies. Achilles’ player: I fight the river. Homer, the DM: You. can. not. fight. the. river. Achilles’ player: *reaches for dice*

Homer, the DM: alright Diomedes, what do you want to do now?

Diomedes’ player: I want to stab another god. Can I stab Ares?

Homer, the DM: you want to fight… the god of War. Look, you’ve already injured one immortal. Are you sure -

Diomedes’ player: *rolls a nat. 20*

Homer, the DM: ok. Alright. You… you stab the god of war. You’ve done it. You’ve stabbed another god. And you got the help of Athena to do it, because that was a super dumb, impossible move - that should have been - anyway, Ares’ retribution is going to hurt a lot -

Homer, the DM: *rolls a 1*

Homer, the DM:

Homer, the DM: Well. Okay. Actually Ares just. Leaves. He just, flies off, and complains to his dad, because some dumb mortal stabbed him, and there’s apparently nothing he can do about it.

Diomedes’ player: sweet.

Diomedes’ player: I check for other immortals on the battlefield.

Homer, the DM: oh for gods’ sake.

My classicist heart 💗💗

I’m crying.

Never be sorry for feeling

Note: It’s been a hard few days for me. I don’t really know how to deal with what I’m thinking, I’m not even sure I know what I’m worrying about, but somehow writing this silly little drabble helped a bit. I can probably get some sleep now it’s out of my head.

Words:546

               “You were supposed to be in the briefing meeting twenty minutes ago, miss,” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s metallic voice filled the room.

Instead of replying, you pulled the quilt over your head and buried your face in your pillow. “Leave me alone,” you mumbled from inside your cocoon, not caring if the AI actually heard your reply.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on your door. It started as a gentle tapping but the longer you refused to answer the call the more aggressive it became. The shouting grew increasingly frenzied as your visitors shouted your name but you had no strength to muster a response. Instead, you simply drew the bedding closer around your body, wrapping yourself up in a protective bubble away from the rest of the world.

               "Y/N!“ A voice shouted, far louder than any had been before. They’d clearly broken your door down and let themselves in but their concerned actions still weren’t enough to encourage you to face the outside world. "Y/N! Are you okay?”

               "Go away,“ you whispered, unable to answer their questions. Of course, they couldn’t hear you underneath the many layers of bedding that protected you. Except, somehow, it seemed that your plea to be left alone had been heard. It had gone remarkably quiet.

The bed suddenly dipped as someone took a seat beside you. Curling up even further, expecting the worst, you waited anxiously for the questions to continue but none came. Whoever it was out there, they were waiting for you to speak first. They’d be waiting a long time. You weren’t ready to talk about it yet.

The silence was comforting for a while. And then it wasn’t. It suddenly felt oppressive. Wrapped up in your cocoon, barricaded from the world, it was too little too much. Salty tears leaked from your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back, and you couldn’t stop your body from shaking.

Fighting the covers, you threw them aside and shuddered as the cold air hit you. Instinctively curling up into a ball, you just sobbed until there was nothing left inside you. The sadness. The fear. It was all gone and had been replaced by a deep emptiness.

You jumped as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. One hand rested around your waist while the other gently stroked your hair. Despite the contact, your companion offered no words of advice. You were grateful. Talking wouldn’t help. Not this time. You just wanted to be held.

Eventually you drifted off in the reassuring embrace and when you woke you finally found a scrap of courage to lift your face to your friend. Looking into his deep green eyes, his fear clear as day, you tried to smile but failed. It ended up more as a choked sob but he didn’t care. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, just using it as an excuse to stroke your cheek.

               "I can’t… I’m sorry…” you stopped, unable to put your emotions into words.

               "Never be sorry for feeling,“ Loki told you, placing a kiss on your forehead. He didn’t say anything else. He just stayed by your side until it became easier to forget things weren’t okay.

Valentines Day Loving

Loki x Reader

Written by: thatonefanficalien

Summary: Loki on Valentine’s Day

Rating: G

Notes/Warnings: fluff

*doorbell rings* “Loki, it’s open!” You yelled. “How did you know it was me?” He walked in and walked straight to the kitchen. “One, you are here everyday , it’s basically in my routine. Two why do you go straight to my kitchen?” You hear your fridge close and a can of soda open. “Well one, it’s our kitchen, like you said I am basically here everyday.Two I get hungry very easily” he walks over and sits right next to you on the couch. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked while moving closer to you. “Why do you think something is wrong with me?” You sit back and say. “Well, your tv is turned off as well as the lights and you are sitting under the blanket which we should share due to the fact that it’s so cold in here…” he pulls on the blanket a little. “Here, take some” you pull the blanket over him. “Thank you. So, tell me what’s wrong.” you look him and just gave in. “It’s just…it’s another Valentine’s Day where I am alone, you get use to it after a while…but sometimes, it’s sad, but I will be fine” you see Loki make his confused face. You wipe your face and look him “what’s the problem?” You see him look up at you, so confused. “ What is Val-en-tine’s Day? We don’t celebrate whatever that is on Asgard.” You smirk a little. “Valentine’s Day is the day where couples usually express their love for each other by giving each other chocolates, cards, bears, and other stuff” he puts his head down “Oh, well, if it makes you feel better, I’m not celebrating Valentine’s Day, I will be spending it alone too.” His little smirk afterwards made you warm inside. You rested your head on his shoulder. A tear ran down your cheek but you tried to wipe it away as fast as you can so Loki wouldn’t see it. He saw the tear and just rested his head on top of yours. “I’m going to go to bed..so I will see you tomorrow okay” He looks at you and smiles. “Okay, I just want you to know, I’m staying on the couch tonight” you gave him a little giggle. “I know, your blanket and pillow are in the same place” he gives you a chuckle. The next day you wake up. You pulled the blankets over your head. It was the dreaded Valentine’s Day you finally turn over to the other side and you saw a balloon, a box of heart shaped chocolates, and a card. You sit up and grab the card. Inside the card it read “Our love is strong and will never fade. To my love, Happy Valentine’s Day” At the bottom it said “ I don’t like to see a beautiful creature like you sad My heart breaks everytime I see a tear on your face Any person is lucky to have you in their life I am one of those people I’m glad you and I are friends You are a beautiful star You shine so bright You are the sun in my heart You are the light of my life Happy Valentine’s Day Love your Valentine ⁃ Loki” You felt the tears forming. “I just thought it was necessary, you deserve all the happiness in the world” Loki stood at your door. He walked over and sat at the edge of your bed. “Loki” you were choked up. You threw yourself on him and hugged him so tight that you never wanted to let go; for some reason, it felt right. “I want you to know that..I love you” he hugged you back. You wipe the tears from your face. “..I love you too”

Too cute not to repost

Reblog if you 100% okay with a transgender person correcting you if you accidentally misgender them or use their dead name.

Y'all gotta tell me this! I won’t get mad or annoyed or anything along those lines. Please tell me if I misgender you! ♥️

Think paw-sitively.